Sometimes I am sure I've done it all wrong....

And then I realize I am doing something right! I love it when that happens.

Being a mom is rough. You make choices for your kids, and those choices can change and shape your childs life. Its hard to know, in the heat of things if your making the choice that will mold your child the right way, or not. Half the time I am certain I am doing it wrong... Then a kid does a good deed, or makes an awesome choice that makes me so proud I could burst!

Over the weekend, Destiny made a bad choice, but, she afterward did the right thing by calling home and getting a ride back to the house. She knew she would probably get into trouble but she called anyway. This made me mad, that she had made the wrong choice in the first place, but then at the same time I felt like I did something right for her to know, no matter what she could call home.

A couple nights ago she made me a book. She told me she loves me even when she's mad, and even wrote me a poem, and put a picture of her and I in this book. This book was the best book I have ever read. It really meant a lot that she would put her feelings onto paper like that for me to see. It made me feel like even with the second guesses I have, I am leading her down a path that is a good one. That is great to know when your a mom!

Have I mentioned though, that I cannot wait for school to be back in session? Its Tuesday and they go back Monday... 6 more days. I might just make a countdown board like we did for Christmas!

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